An eddy of belligerence within
a lake of love – that’s how my joy arose:
my offspring sprung from me, with satin skin
and silken curls and grace that only grows
in him more potent with each passing year.
From stolen love my boy was born to be
an emblem of desire: sweet, sincere
and powerful in masculinity.

And though I gave him birth without travail
(for no event till now has carried pain),
I vainly spent my power to control
a boy maturing into full-grown male.
He listens less and not when I complain.
I helpless witness him exert his soul.